Some days we're all Pretty Frank.

Why “Pretty Frank”?

I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you’re down with Pretty Frank, both phonetically and philosophically. But why Pretty Frank at all? Because we feared “Gay Frankenstein,” despite its satisfying staccato rhythms, would attract a crowd expecting something they weren’t going to get: gay Frankenstein. We fought it and fought it. Every single potential title had a Frankenstein in it somewhere. But, thanks to some sudden inspiration, Wade divined the absolute most purfectest description of what you’re about to experience. So hold on to something not attached to your own body. Cause here we goooooo!!!!!…. Ooooooooohhhhhh!!!…. Oh. (It’s gonna get better, I promise…)